THE SUIT 21
- with metallic glints, was dressed low on the neck in a heavy coil. But these were trivial details which you noted only at leisure, when you had in some degree recovered from the glorious spec- tacle of her beauty in all its completeness.
Simon had not so recovered. He always paled a little when he met Miss Bakefield’s eyes, how- ever tenderly they rested on him.
‘‘Isabel,’’ he said, ‘‘are you determined?’’
‘‘Quite as much as yesterday,’’ she said, smil- ing; ‘‘and I shall be still more so to-morow, when the moment comes for action.’’
‘‘Still. . . . We have known each other hardly four months.’’
‘Meaning thereby? ... ”’
‘‘Meaning that, now that we are about fo per- form an irreparable action, I invite you to use your judgment... .’’
‘‘Rather than listen to my love? Since I first loved you, Simon, I have not been able to discover the least disagreement between my judgment and my love. That’s why I am going with you to- morrow morning.”’
‘‘Tsabel!??
‘‘Would you rather that I left to-morrow night with my father? On a voyage lasting three or
